It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 1
The grand mansion, which had existed since the founding days of the Lubarque Empire, still stood firm and dignified, even after five hundred years had passed.
The lavish ballroom adorned with gold and crystal, the glass greenhouse where rare plants blossomed with each season—these were all magnificent. Yet, the place I spent the most time in, second only to my bedroom, was here, the annex library of the Luanax Mansion.
It was as vast as any sizable library, with shelves filled with books on various subjects, yet rarely visited. For me, it was the most comfortable space.
Yes.
Up until yesterday, it certainly was.
“Ah, ugh… Lord Dantère…”
A moan, close to a sob, escaped from the maid’s lips as she wrapped her legs around the man’s slender waist.
The mingling scents of aged wood and books, which usually brought me comfort, had turned thick and stifling with warmth.
Though I was some distance away from the entangled man and woman near the door, I could still feel it.
‘Why can’t they pick the right time and place…’
I closed my eyes tightly in exasperation.
Beyond the tall bookshelves, packed with books, I could hear the soft rustling of fabric and the damp sounds of friction.
“Haa…”
With the man’s lazy sigh of satisfaction, the wet, sticky sounds of bodies clinging together and then parting were vivid as if they were right next to me. Depriving myself of sight only sharpened my other senses.
“Hngh, mm… you’re so… big…”
The maid moaned, panting.
“So, you like it?”
The man chuckled.
‘Would she, though…?’
I suppressed the ridiculous curiosity that arose out of nowhere, trying hard to bury it deep down.
“Ahh…! I love it…!”
‘Seems she’s really enjoying it…’
Though it was a world where it was rare to find people with sense, Dantère Ortatum—the man with the red hair shamelessly tangled with someone else’s maid in this mansion—was one of the most deplorable of them all.
Not the kind of person I should even entertain idle curiosity about.
The maid must have heard the rumors circulating within the mansion, so how did she end up succumbing to temptation? Did she want to believe the rumors were just rumors?
Or did the act feel so pleasurable that she was willing to risk everything?
For someone like me, who’s never even had a romantic relationship, it was bewildering.
‘There are people who say love and lust are separate things, but…’
That must apply to them, too. Perhaps Dantère didn’t even know the name of the maid entangled with him.
The slap of flesh against flesh echoed blatantly. It grew louder, to the point where I could hear it even with my ears covered.
“Wrap your legs around me properly.”
“Ah…! I feel like I’m going to…”
Even though there wasn’t a single gram of love in their actions, the maid seemed to be on the verge of ecstasy, gasping for breath moments later, as if she were about to pass out.
Could it be normal to make such sounds, no matter how good it felt?
No way.
I lifted my head slightly from between my knees.
“You can’t just go ahead without permission. How rude.”
The man’s voice was still languid. The sounds of wet, intense impact continued, suggesting they hadn’t stopped.
However, the maid’s noises had changed.
“Guh… uh…”
Her muffled panting was the result of having her breathing restricted.
I knew that Dantère Ortatum had a habit of choking his partners during intercourse.
It was complicated to explain how I knew this, given we weren’t close, but I could sum it up in one word: I had ‘read’ it.
In a particular 19+ reverse harem novel, ‘A Night of Entwined Serpents,’ where Dantère was among several male protagonists viciously entangled with one female protagonist.
Even in the novel, Dantère engages in sadistic behavior, including strangling his partner.
Not every time, but whenever he was overly excited or psychologically unstable, he would indulge in it once without fail.
Now, I don’t know.
Which one is it…
‘He’ll be… fine, right…?’
Even though I knew he was experienced enough to control himself, the sound of someone choking made my chest tighten with fear.
‘Just hold on a little longer. It’ll be over soon.’
With that, I slowly moved my hands over my ears, thinking it was better not to listen at all. Only then did I realize my palms were clammy with sweat.
But at that moment, my elbow lightly brushed against the bookshelf behind me.
“…..!”
It was the smallest sound, a tiny thud.
Compared to the racket on the other side, it was practically nothing. Yet, the man choking the maid didn’t miss it.
